Who: Cordy and Dawn Where: Cordy's place What: Girls night, drinks and dramaz When: After this, so backdated?
Cordelia had her first drink when she was eight. So this was fine, right? Besides, if you were old enough to be dragged to another dimension to fight Satan and his minions, you were old enough for a drink! At least that was her reasoning while filling one of those mini shopping carts with juices and mixes and of course, alcohol. Now of course one of the benefits of Cordelia getting alcohol early was she learned what was actually good. Sure Cristal was expensive and champagne was considered class, but it tasted like bad grapes. Which of course was exactly what it was, but who wanted to eat bad food or drink bad wine?
So she was going for the mixes. The fun and palatable stuff. By the time she had gotten back to her place, the freebie apartment that wasn't all that bad really, she had enough for a party. A block party. Oh well, she doubted it would go to waste around here. Setting up the blender and putting the bag of ice in the freezer she changed into a pair of cute but comfy PJs. Grey with tiny pink hearts in sweat shirt material. Cropped pants and a matching tank top. Along with some ballet flat slippers and all of the bed pillows tossed onto the couch, that was the extent of her preparations. She'd ask first if Dawn preferred sweet or sour and then make either margaritas or dacquiris.